לפני 4 שנים. 7 בינואר 2020 בשעה 16:16
I wanted to write
a song that would matter,
a song that will make you think.
i wanted to rhyme about whips
and spankings
a song that will make you sing
a song about chains,
about scars, about fingers
a song about pain that burns and lingers
lingers on my body,
you hold the flame
that quiets the mind
and burns all the shame.
drops of wax run down my thigh,
on my nipples, you go by,
you burn the words
until they die.
All is silent, all is still
I only hear your voice,
between every drop of wax,
leaving me no choice.
will be continued (maybe)